—Takanuva puts Albert down, realizing a bit too late he's scattered his friend's papers about—
@Albert: Well, um, how about I share it while we pick up your papers? Sorry, by the way. Just, it's nice to see you here. Helps ground me a bit with all the noise in my head. Being this...Servant isn't as good for my conscience as I thought.
—He kneels down and begins collecting the scattered papers around him and Albert—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Takanuva hands another paper to Albert as he talks—
@Albert: This...Servant. He was...violent. He fought to defend his people, but the violence, the death, the hatred he carried with him...It's horrifying. Everyone else seems relatively fine, but I can't stop feeling like I'm fighting back the urge to murder anyone who dares threaten you guys.
—Takanuva's expression is almost gaunt-like as he says the rest—
@Albert: And I could never live with myself if I went that far.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Albert sets down his papers and hugs Tak- @Takanuva Albert: "Takanuva, the fact you are aware of the urge, but aren't willing to submit to it, speaks wonders of your self control." -He squeezes Tak as he hugs him- "I trust you, but if you need help with anything, you can come to me. That's what friends do."
Will make dad jokes for friends.—Takanuva pauses, then returns the hug—
@Albert: Thank you, Albert. I don't care what the others may think of you. You are a true friend.
—Takanuva sighs and finishes the hug—
@Albert: Thanks. I needed someone to help talk me down. And if I ever feel like I'm losing myself to this Servant, I know who to come to.
—He smiles, a spark of his cheerful demeanor back—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

Lisa; Oh, neat!
...We should shove blondie in there. >.>